The outskirts of Blackgate Prison are full of potholes, rubble, and gunpowder smoke left after the explosion.
What caused all of this were two "clowns" wearing long purple suits with almost identical appearances, and a giant, shirtless man wearing strange armor and a helmet.
Rest, rest, rest——
Boom boom boom——
"[Ouch-ouch—!]"
One clown kept throwing playing cards, darts, hooks, slings and other cold weapons from his suit pocket to attack another clown, while the clown being attacked kept detonating bombs planted in advance while running away.
The strong man waved his fists and yelled filial piety while launching clumsy attacks on them. As a result, he was either easily dodged or pushed to attack another clown.
The cannon on the wall of Black Gate Prison constantly adjusted its angle, but it was completely unable to aim the muzzle at the three men who were fighting because the distance between them and the wall was too far.
However, the jailer on the wall, the warden and the prisoners who were controlled but had sharp ears could still hear their conversations, or quarrels, between them from a distance?
"Hahaha——! Why do you want to protect Blackgate Prison? Why don't you admit that you are Batman?"
"Trash should stay in the trash can. Do you want to pollute Gotham by destroying the prison and releasing this trash?"
"Hehehe - then why do you stop me from disposing of this garbage directly? Admit it! Only Batman doesn't kill people!"
"If being thrown into jail can't save their lives, they won't accept arrest when they are at the end of their rope, but will fight to the death and make Gotham a mess."
"Hehe - do you want to listen to what you are saying? Only Batman would keep talking about Gotham!"
"Even a dog will make its own nest comfortable before sleeping."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, if you firmly refuse to admit that you are Batman, why don't you go find some prisoners in the prison over there and kill them?"
"You can stop and give it a try. I promise I won't leave you with a whole body."
"I don't believe it! So I won't stop!"
"[Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!]"
Unable to keep up with the rhythm of the battle and unable to speak, Baine could only roar in helpless rage.
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At the same time, on the other side.
In the secret laboratory of Black Gate Prison, which was deserted because both the experimenters and the test subjects had left, a strange sound of paper tearing suddenly came out.
Zhizhizhi——
A crack opened in the "air", and then a hand wearing a red glove stretched out from the crack, grabbing the edge of the "air crack" and pulling downwards hard.
Stab——!
The air, no, the space was like a stage set. A big hole was ripped out, revealing the gray chaos behind it, and standing in front of the hole, wearing a red and black hooded tights with two handfuls on his waist.
A man with a long knife.
"Oh, is this here?" The man's voice was hoarse and oily, like sandpaper dropped into an oil barrel: "She is really creative when she combines the black mask with the kidnapped regular Black Gate Warden. , is it because Mr. Warden is too pitiful?"
The man in a red and black tights walked out of the space crack in a strange, puppet-like posture. He smoothed the "set" that he had just torn apart with his backhand, then took out a roll of tape and stabbed it twice. Glued it back down.
The space crack trembled twice, then seemed to reluctantly gradually fade away and disappear, taking with it the three or four pieces of tape attached to it.
"Hmm, Bane and the Joker, I remember the relationship between them is..." The man stared at the huge experimental bed for a moment, then suddenly spread his hands and shook his head: "Tsk, that's none of my business, Mr. Deadpool." thing?"
The man who called himself Deadpool began to rummage around the institute while dancing strange dance steps.
"That's not true, and that's not right either. Hey, this thing seems to be quite valuable - fuck, what's the use of money to Mr. Deadpool?"
At the same time, voices from the outside world are constantly coming out through a certain surveillance system:
"[I am the only person in the world who knows that you are Batman and not the Joker. I must spread this news and I must not be caught by you! Even though he is Batman, he pretends to be the Joker. It is simply a disservice to the clown profession. Insult!】"
"[A clown who can only run away is an insult to the clown.]"
"[Hoho!
]"
"Oh, it's so scary, the clown, the cow, and the clown cow, their makeup is so greasy, and they always stare in one place,"
Deadpool continued to search while saying unclear words, and finally found his target:
"Aha! That's it. Let Uncle Deadpool listen, why are you crazy?"
It was a batch of numbered audio tapes, and Deadpool randomly picked one and inserted it into the VCR next to him.
"[...There is no progress in the research on aliens, whether it is their bodies or equipment, hell, these are disposable consumables, they have no technical content or research value at all.]"
"[No, I can't give up, the money has been invested, and I must get a return.]"
"[That's right, Bain, he is willing to accept these transformation experiments just to survive.]"
"[Yes, his IQ is worrying, but if it succeeds, I will be able to get a powerful thug who will obey my orders, and Blackgate Prison will be able to hold more dangerous prisoners.]"
"[Of course, Martin Joseph will become the greatest warden in history!]"
"Oh, poor guy, if he listened to these records even once, he would know that he was cheated, but Uncle Deadpool doesn't care about fools," Deadpool turned on the record player and clicked: "This thing is too backward. Well, I can't even record the voice of the 'Cosmic Demon God'. It seems that Mr. Deadpool has to find other ways to track this guy."
"[Before that, you have to go back to Marvel with me.]" A voice that was completely different from Deadpool and had a mechanical sound sounded.
"Obviously I am - oh, no!" After hearing the voice, Deadpool seemed to want to turn around, but suddenly jumped on the spot, reached out and took off the red hood, revealing a green hood, and then turned around: "You
Well, I'm Hal Jordan, nice to meet you, handsome stranger."
"[Oh?]" I don't know when a man in black and yellow metal armor appeared behind Deadpool and responded: "[Hal Jordan, right? My name is Slade Joseph Wilson, codenamed 'Deathstroke'"
', I'm looking for my cousin, Wade Winston Wilson. He is a powerful, friendly, helpful, responsible, loyal and reliable superhero. Have you met him?]"
"That's right, the handsome, handsome, invincible, highly respected, idol of all women, the heartthrob, Wade Wilson you are looking for is me!" Deadpool snapped his hood back,
Then he puffed up his chest proudly.
Katcha, Deathstroke put a pair of handcuffs on him: "You are [arrested.]"
"Oh! You can't do this, 'cousin,'" Deadpool began to twist: "You know, I am tracking [Whisper of the Void], the ability to speak in the 'narration box', only Uncle Deadpool
Only then can you have it!”
"[It's faster than you and can't interfere with your thoughts, so it can only escape, and you can't do anything except drive it further and further away,]" Deathstroke cut a crack in the air with his backhand: "
[Come back with me first and clean up the mess you made at Marvel and then...]"
"Look! The Batmobile!" Deadpool suddenly raised his hand and pointed, then cut off the cuffed hand with his other hand, and rushed directly into the crack with his hand in his hand: "Uncle Deadpool doesn't
go back!"
"[Hmm...]" Deathstroke looked at his free hand and then at the slit: "[Did I just set the teleportation coordinates?]"
